Back to work

Monday morning rolled around like a foggy hangover, the office air thick with the afterglow of one of the best weekends he had ever had. Bobby sat hunched over his desk, his mind racing through the events of the weekend, his eyes glazed over. The clock on the wall ticked away the moments with a metronome's indifference, each second stretching into an eternity. The fluorescent lights buzzed a silent symphony above him, the glow bouncing off the rows of monitors and the stark, lifeless gray of the office cubicles.

A shadow fell over Bobby's workspace, and he looked up to see John's towering frame filling the entryway. The man's broad shoulders and muscular physique seemed to swallow the light, casting a brief eclipse over Bobby's desk. John had a way of moving that was at once both predatory and graceful, a silent promise of power and strength.

"Morning, Bobby," John said, his deep voice a gentle rumble in the otherwise quiet office.

Bobbies eyes flickered up to meet John's, and he felt his cheeks flush with heat. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't shake the image of his friend's massive cock plunging into Lana's tight ass, the way she had screamed in ecstasy while he watched, his own dick in hand, feeling so utterly insignificant. He managed a croaked "Good morning" in return, his voice sounding small and weak in the face of John's casual confidence.

John dropped into the chair across from him, his powerful thighs spread wide, and Bobby couldn't help but think of the way Lana had straddled them, her moans of pleasure echoing through their apartment. "Ready for the week?" John asked, his tone so normal it was almost eerie, as if the past weekend had been nothing more than a typical Sunday barbecue.

Bobbies throat felt tight as he nodded, his gaze flitting around the office like a trapped bird seeking escape. "Yeah," he murmured, trying to convince himself that he was ready for the mundane grind of the workweek. "Just another Monday."

John chuckled as he sat down at his workstation getting set up for the workday. The sound seemed to resonate through Bobby's very soul.

"You okay, buddy?" John asked, peering at him over the top of his laptop, his expression one of genuine concern. Bobby nodded, trying to play it cool, but he couldn't shake the memory of John's cock stretching Lana's tight asshole while she begged for more.

"Yeah, just a bit tired," Bobby lied. "Big weekend."

John grunted in response, his eyes flicking down to Bobby's crotch for a split second before focusing back on his screen. Bobby felt his cheeks burn even hotter.

"Lana said to thank you," Bobby blurted out, trying to fill the awkward silence. "For, you know, last weekend."

John's fingers paused in their typing, and he looked up, his expression unreadable. "Oh?"

"Yeah, she said it was... amazing," Bobby said, his voice cracking a little on the last word. "And, uh, she couldn't walk right for the rest of Saturday."

John's lips curled up in a knowing smile, a hint of pride flashing across his face. "Glad she enjoyed herself," he said, his voice a low purr that sent a shiver down Bobby's spine.

"I think she's still sore," Bobby added, trying to lighten the mood. "But she was pretty happy the rest of the weekend."

John chuckled, his deep laugh sending a wave of relief through Bobby. "That's what I like to hear."

The rest of the morning passed in a blur of emails and spreadsheets, the tension between them palpable yet strangely thrilling. Every time Bobby looked over at John, he couldn't help but remember the way his friend had claimed Lana so completely, the way she had begged for more, her eyes glazed with desire and pain. It was a heady mix of emotions, one that left Bobby both aroused and anxious.

At lunch, Bobby found himself unable to eat, his thoughts consumed by the weekend's events. He knew he shouldn't be turned on by the thought of his girlfriend with another man, but there was something undeniably hot about watching her get taken like that, something that had stirred a part of him he had never knew existed.

Finally, unable to take it any longer, he glanced over at John, who was casually scrolling through his phone. Bobby's eyes were drawn to the unmistakable bulge in John's pants, and he felt his own cock twitch in his briefs.

"How do you do it?" Bobby asked, his voice barely above a whisper. John looked up, his expression one of confusion. "How do you keep it like that?" Bobby clarified, gesturing vaguely at John's crotch.

John followed Bobby's gaze, then looked back at him with a flicker of understanding. "It's just what it does," he said with a shrug. "But if you're worried about your own, maybe you should talk to Lana."

Bobbies heart raced as he felt a decent size bulge in his own pants, a testament to the excitement that had been simmering beneath the surface all morning. "I do," he admitted. "But it's different now. After... you know."

John leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What do you mean?"

"Lana," Bobby said, his voice barely audible. "Since then, she's... she's made me wear a cock cage most of the time."

John's eyebrows shot up. "A what?"

"A cock cage," Bobby repeated, his cheeks burning. "I feel like it is super noticeable and I feel like everyone keeps staring at it." Bobby looked around nervously before continuing, "your bulge is bigger than mine even with this thing on, how do you manage the looks?"

John looked at Bobby with a mix of shock and amusement. "It's not like I've got a billboard hanging over my head advertising it," he laughed "I guess you get used to it, I barely even notice anymore."

Bobbies mind raced, it's not the answer he was hoping for but is probably the best he is going to get.

"But if it bothers you why not just take the cage off at work?" John asked, his curiosity piqued.

Bobbies gaze dropped to his lap, the heat in his face spreading to his neck. "Lana has the key," he mumbled. "It's part of... what we do now."

John leaned in closer, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "And what do you do now, exactly?"

Bobbies throat constricted as he swallowed hard. "Well, she... she locks me up when we're not together," he admitted. "Says it keeps me... focused."

John raised an eyebrow. "Focused, huh?"

Bobbies nodded, his cheeks reddening further. "Yeah, she says she wants every drop of cum saved for her," Bobby whispered, his voice cracking slightly. "After last Saturday, were she got to see whats possible, she put me on this whole... program to make sure I can give her the best I've got."

John leaned in even closer, his curiosity now a ravenous beast. "And what kind of program is this?"

"It's... it's a mix of things," Bobby stuttered, his eyes darting around the office as if searching for an escape. "She has me on these... these pills, and I have to use these... machines at home."

John leaned back, his smile growing wider. "Machines, huh? What kind of machines?"

"You know, the kind you use to... to make your dick bigger," Bobby mumbled, his gaze locked on his keyboard.

John's eyes widened. "You're kidding me."

"No, it's... it's serious," Bobby said, his voice a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "They're supposed to help with size and stamina, and... and she's really into it."

John couldn't help but chuckle. "So what about the pills?"

Bobbies face grew even redder, if that was even possible. "They're supposed to make me cum more, and harder." He took a deep breath. "Lana's hurgrer for cum has greatly increased. Sunday was... intense. She had me... cum... over and over until I couldn't anymore."

John leaned back in his chair, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and interest. "And how did that go?"

"It was... it was crazy," Bobby admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I mean, she just couldn't get enough of it."

He swallowed hard, his hand shaking slightly as he remembered the feeling of Lana's soft hands wrapped around his cock, her eyes sparkling with desire as she coaxed every last drop out of him. "And even after all those loads combined, it was still nothing compared to one of your loads," he said, his voice filled with awe. "So the pills are to increase my cum production."

John nodded, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "It's a gift and a curse," he said, his voice filled with a hint of pride. "But it sounds like she's enjoying the journey."

"More than you know," Bobby murmured, his eyes glazing over with the memories of Lana's insatiable hunger for cum.

The afternoon dragged on, the office's sterile ambiance doing little to dispel the erotic undertones of their conversation. Every keystroke and mouse click seemed to echo through the tense silence, a reminder of the taboo desires that now lay bare between them. Bobby found it impossible to focus on his work, his thoughts consumed by the weekend's events and the new dynamics that had emerged between him, Lana, and John.

As the clock finally ticked towards five, Bobby felt a strange mix of relief and dread. The safety of the office was giving way to the reality of his caged existence at home, where Lana's desires were the only law. He packed up his things, the metal cock cage pressing uncomfortably against his swollen member, a silent testament to his subservience.

John looked up as Bobby gathered his things. "You heading out?" he asked, his voice filled with a playful lilt.

"Yeah," Bobby said, trying to keep his voice steady. "Lana said shes got a surprise waiting for me tonight."

John's smile grew wicked. "Oh?"

"Yeah," Bobby replied, his voice tight. "I will let you know about it tomorrow"

The next morning, Bobby walked into the office with a newfound sense of trepidation. John looked up as Bobby took his seat, his eyes flicking briefly to the caged bulge in Bobby's pants before returning to his computer screen.

"So, how was your surprise?" John asked casually as he sipped his coffee, his eyes never leaving Bobby's crotch.

Bobbies heart raced as he recounted the previous night's events to John. "It was intense," he said, his voice shaking slightly as he sat down at his desk. "Lana said I need to save up. So she edged me until I thought I was going to lose my mind."

John leaned back in his chair, his eyes glinting with curiosity. "How so?"

"She kept me on the brink," Bobby said, his voice a hoarse whisper. "I begged for release, but she just kept me there, teasing and stroking until I couldn't take it anymore." He paused, taking a deep breath. "And when I finally thought I couldn't handle another second, she slapped the cage back on."

John whistled lowly. "Sounds like she's really got you on a short leash."

"That's one way to put it," Bobby muttered, his hand unconsciously drifting to the cold metal caging his cock. "I've got blue balls that could win awards."

John laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that seemed to resonate through the very air. "Well, you've got to admit, it's a unique situation."

"Unique isn't the word," Bobby grumbled, his hand dropping away from his crotch. "It's fucking ****."

John's gaze lingered on Bobby's cage for a moment before he looked up, his eyes meeting Bobby's with an intensity that made Bobby's pulse quicken. "But you're okay with it?"

"I mean, it's for her," Bobby said, his voice tight. "And it's... it's hot, in a way. Watching her with you, seeing her like that. It's just... I want to make her happy. And if this is what it takes..."

John's smile grew wider, his eyes never leaving Bobby's.

"And how long do you have to stay locked up?" he asked, his voice a low purr that seemed to resonate in Bobby's core.

Bobbies heart pounded in his chest as he thought about the week ahead. "She said she wants me full and if I follow her program she will let me cum friday," he murmured. "Five whole days."

John whistled again, his eyes gleaming with something that might have been admiration or amusement. "That's... intense."

"You have no idea," Bobby groaned. "But she says it'll be worth it."

The rest of the morning passed in a blur of work emails and half-hearted attempts at productivity. Bobby's mind was elsewhere, trapped in a loop of erotic torment as he thought about the week of denial ahead of him. He couldn't help but sneak glances at John's crotch, his mind racing with images of the massive cock that had taken Lana so completely just two days ago. The thought of his own caged and insignificant member grew more and more frustrating with each passing minute, the metal pressing against him like a silent reminder of his place in their twisted love triangle.

As lunchtime approached, the office door swung open with a bang, and in strutted Lana, her hips swaying with a seductive grace that made every head in the room turn. She was a vision in a tight red dress that clung to her curves like a second skin, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders like a dark waterfall.

Her eyes scanned the room, and when they met Bobby's, she winked, a knowing smile playing across her lips. He felt his cock throb in its cage, a painful reminder of his predicament. Lana made her way over to their desks in their shared office, her high heels clicking rhythmically against the tiles, her breasts bouncing gently with each step. She leaned down, pressing her ample chest against Bobby's chair, and whispered in his ear.

"You've been a good boy," she purred, her breath hot against his cheek. Bobbies eyes widened as she placed a bag on his desk. "What's this?" he asked, his voice a barely contained whine.

Lana straightened up, her smile wicked. "It's your lunch silly."

Bobbies eyes widened as he looked into the bag, his heart racing at the thought of what might be inside. It was a simple brown paper bag, the kind you might get at a fast-food joint, but he knew it contained something far better than a burger and fries.

John looked at Bobby with a smug grin, clearly aware of the unspoken dynamics playing out between them. "Looks like you're in for a treat," he said, his eyes lingering on Lana's breasts before returning to the spreadsheet on his screen.

With trembling hands, Bobby pulled out two Tupperware containers. One was filled with a salad that looked like it had been tossed by angels—vibrant greens, cherry tomatoes, and crumbles of feta cheese, all coated in a light vinaigrette. The other held a thick, juicy sandwich on artisanal bread that was practically begging to be devoured.

Lana smiled, "I made it just for you, it's important you get all those important nutrients. They are crucial for your..... growth."

"And for you," she said, turning to John, her voice a siren's song that made Bobby's blood run cold. She handed him a similar bag, her breasts swaying gently as she leaned over, making sure he had an unobstructed view. "I figured you'd need something to keep up your energy too."

John took the bag with a nod of thanks, his eyes never leaving hers. "Much appreciated," he said, his voice a low rumble.

"Dig in," she said, her voice a siren's call that Bobby couldn't resist.

Lana closed the door to their shared office, the click of the lock echoing through the suddenly quiet space. She drew the blinds with a slow, deliberate motion, shrouding them in privacy. Bobby's heart thundered in his chest as she turned to face him, her eyes gleaming with mischief. The office's sterility was suddenly transformed into a den of temptation, the harsh light of the fluorescents softening to a warm glow that painted Lana in a seductive hue.

John watched, his own hunger clear as he took a bite of his sandwich, his massive cock straining against his pants as he chewed. Bobby felt his own cage tighten around his swollen member, the pressure building. He fumbled with the Tupperware, his stomach growling in anticipation. As they began to eat, the silence stretched out, filled only by the occasional clink of a fork on plastic. Bobby felt his cheeks burn as he realized that Lana had set a trap for him, one that she was now springing with the grace of a panther.

"So, John," Lana began, her voice sweet and innocent. "What has Bobby been telling you about what's been going on since you were last over?"

John took a bite of his sandwich, his eyes never leaving Bobby's. He chewed slowly, savoring the flavor before swallowing. "Just that you've got him on some kind of... training program," he said, his voice dripping with amusement.

Bobbies heart raced as he shoveled salad into his mouth, trying to ignore the smug look on John's face. He had hoped to keep the details to himself, to somehow maintain a shred of dignity in the face of his humiliating yet thrilling new reality. But Lana was a master of control, and she was clearly enjoying the situation she had orchestrated.

"Is that all?" she asked, her voice a purr that sent Bobby's thoughts spiraling into the gutter. "I mean, I know it's not every day you see your friend locked up and begging for relief."

John took a sip of water, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Well," he began, his eyes glinting with mischief. "He did mention something about a cock cage and some pills."

Bobbies eyes widened, and he choked on a mouthful of salad. Lana's smile grew wider, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Oh, yes," she said, her voice a velvet caress that sent shivers down Bobby's spine. "The cage is to keep him nice and tight for me. And the pills? They're to make sure he can keep up with my appetite."

John's eyebrows shot up. "Your appetite?" he repeated, his voice thick with curiosity. Bobby felt his cheeks burn as he realized that Lana had no intention of keeping their weekend activities a secret.

"Oh, yes," Lana said, her eyes sparkling. "I have quite the appetite, especially after what we did last weekend. I want Bobby to be able to give me everything I want, don't I?"

Bobbies nodded, his mouth full of salad, unable to form words. John's gaze dropped to Bobby's crotch, and Bobby felt a fresh wave of embarrassment.

"It's all for your benefit," Lana cooed, reaching out to stroke Bobby's cheek. "To make sure you can satisfy me like a good little man."

John's eyes widened, and Bobby could see the wheels turning in his friend's mind. "So," John said, his voice a low rumble, "you're saying that little guy has to work extra hard to keep up with you?"

"Exactly," Lana said, her smile wicked. "And he's been doing such a good job, haven't you, baby?"

With a tremble in his voice, Bobby nodded. "Yeah," he murmured, his eyes darting to the cage that imprisoned his **** cock.

Lana leaned in closer, her breath hot on Bobby's ear. "Why don't you show John just how good you've been doing?" she whispered. "Take those pants off."

Bobbies hands trembled as he reached for his belt, his eyes locked on John's smug expression. He could feel the heat of his own embarrassment burning through his shirt. He knew this was coming, had even anticipated it with a mix of dread and excitement, but the reality was so much more intense than he had ever imagined.

Slowly, painfully, he unbuckled his belt, his eyes never leaving John's. He slid his zipper down, the sound echoing through the small office like a gunshot. His heart hammered in his chest as he pushed his pants to the floor, his cock straining against the metal cage, begging for release.

John's gaze dropped to Bobby's crotch, his eyes going wide as he took in the sight. "Damn," he murmured, his voice thick with a mix of surprise and amusement. "That is... intense."

Bobbies face was a mask of humiliation as he stepped out of his pants, his caged cock standing at attention despite its confines. "See?" Lana said, her voice a sultry purr. "He's ready to go whenever I need him, so I need to keep him locked up."

John's eyes wandered from Bobby's caged member to Lana's ample breasts, which were practically spilling out of her dress. She leaned over John's desk, giving him an unobstructed view of her cleavage. "But," she said with a grin, "I might just need a taste of what I've been missing."

With a flourish, Lana pulled a small key out from between her breasts, the metal glinting in the dim office light. Bobby's breath hitched in his throat as she held it up, the power she wielded over him so palpable he could almost taste it.

"You know, Bobby," she said, her eyes glinting mischievously, "I've been thinking about last weekend a lot. And I think I might be getting a little... hungry."

John's cock twitched in his pants, the memory of Lana's tight ass clenching around him still fresh in his mind. "What are you up to?" he asked, his voice a low rumble of anticipation.

Lana leaned closer, her breath warm and sweet against John's cheek. "I think it's time for a little... demonstration," she whispered, her hand reaching out to stroke Bobby's caged cock. "To make sure he's really learned his lesson."

John watched, his own hunger growing as Lana's hand began to move with purpose, her fingers tracing the outline of Bobby's trapped erection. Bobby whimpered, his eyes glazed with desire and humiliation.

"You see, John," she said, her voice a seductive murmur, "I want to make sure that when Bobby finally gets to cum, it's going to be the biggest, most explosive orgasm of his life. And I need your help to make sure he's good and ready."

John's smile grew wider, his eyes never leaving Bobby's cage. "I think I can help with that," he said, his voice a dark promise.

"Good," Lana purred.

Her hand drifted away from Bobby's cage, leaving his cock pulsing with unfulfilled need. She turned to John, her eyes dark with desire. "I've been thinking about you all weekend," she said, her voice a seductive whisper. "And I think Bobby enjoyed watching us so much that it'll just drive him wild to see you again."

Without waiting for a response, she reached across the desk and took hold of John's massive cock through his pants. Bobby watched, his heart racing, as she began to stroke the length of it. John's breath hissed through his teeth, his eyes closing for a moment as he enjoyed the sensation. "Look at him," Lana murmured to John, nodding at Bobby. "He's dying to see us in action again."

John opened his eyes and glanced over at Bobby, his expression one of amusement mixed with lust. "Looks like we've got ourselves an eager audience," he murmured.

Lana's eyes lit up at the sight, and she licked her lips hungrily. "Mm, yes," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "You know what I've been craving?"

John's cock grew even harder as he watched Bobby's caged erection throb with need. "What's that?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

"Your big, beautiful dick," she said, her eyes never leaving John's crotch. "And all that delicious cum you gave me last time."

Bobbies breath hitched in his chest as John looked around the office, taking in the closed blinds and the locked door. "Looks like we've got some privacy," he said, a wicked smile playing across his lips.

Without another word, John stood up, his chair scraping against the floor. He stepped around the desk.

"We can't take too long," he said, his voice firm yet laced with excitement. "And we can't get too crazy. We've got work to do."

Lana's smile grew wicked, and she nodded. "Don't worry, I just want a snack to hold me over for a while."

With that, she turned to Bobby and handed him her phone. "You know what to do," she said with a smirk. Bobby took the phone, his hands still trembling with anticipation. He had never done anything like this before, but the excitement in Lana's eyes made him want to please her, no matter the cost to his pride.

John watched, his own excitement building as Bobby began to record. He knew that this video would be something they'd watch together later, a reminder of their twisted power play. Lana dropped to her knees in front of John. She reached for John's pants, her eyes never leaving Bobby's as she unbuckled the belt and unzipped the fly with a flourish.

John's cock was already half-hard, and Bobby felt his caged cock pulse with a mix of envy and arousal. Lana's eyes widened as she pulled it out, her lips parting in amazement. "Look at you," she murmured, her voice filled with admiration. "Already so much bigger than Bobby's little toy, and your not fully hard yet."

Bobbies face burned as he watched her lovingly stroke John's massive member, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "See, baby?" she said, turning to Bobby and holding up his phone to show him the stark contrast. "John's is like a horse, and yours is... well, let's just say it's more of a pony."

John chuckled, his eyes locked on Bobby's face as Lana continued her comparison. "But that's what makes it so perfect," she cooed, her hand still wrapped around his cock. "You're just the right size for when I need something... gentle. But when I need to be filled up," she added, her hand tightening around John's shaft, "that's when I call on John."

Bobbies throat was dry, his eyes glued to the image of Lana's hand wrapped around John's thick, veiny cock. He could feel the pressure building in his cage, his body responding to the humiliation and arousal in equal measure.

Lana leaned in closer, her pink, glossy lips puckering as she planted a soft kiss on the tip of John's cock. Bobby's cock jumped in response, desperately trying to escape its metal prison.

Her tongue flicked out, tracing the veins that snaked up John's shaft as she stroked him with both hands. John's eyes rolled back in his head, his hips jerking slightly as she touched him. Bobby felt a pang of something that wasn't quite jealousy, but rather a strange mix of arousal and inadequacy.

"Look at it, Bobby," Lana said, turning to him with a wicked smile. "Isn't it just... divine?"

Bobbies eyes remained glued to the scene unfolding in front of him. He couldn't believe he was being subjected to this, but his body betrayed him, his caged cock growing harder with every second that passed. He could feel the pressure building, the ache in his balls a constant reminder of his own inadequacy.

Lana took John's heavy sack in one hand, her eyes never leaving Bobby's. With the other, she began to stroke his shaft, her movements slow and deliberate. "We can't forget these special balls," she murmured, her tongue darting out to lick John's balls. "They're like little factories of sweet, sweet cum."

Bobbies eyes widened as she took one of John's balls into her mouth, sucking gently before moving to the other. John groaned, his hand coming up to grip the back of her head, guiding her movements. Lana's eyes fluttered shut in pleasure, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked harder, her tongue teasing and licking.

"Make sure you get a good angle, baby," she said to Bobby, her voice muffled by John's cock. "I want to see this every time I unlock my phone."

Bobbies hands trembled as he adjusted the phone, trying to capture the erotic sight of Lana's mouth full of John's balls. She looked up at him through her lashes, her smile wicked. He could see the glint of challenge in her eyes, the thrill she got from flaunting her control over him.

John's cock grew even larger, the veins bulging as Lana took his balls into her mouth, one after the other. Bobby's own cock strained against the cage, **** for even a fraction of the attention Lana was giving John. His hand tightened around the phone, the screen capturing the obscene sight of Lana's mouth stretched wide, John's balls nestled inside.

"Oh, yes," she murmured, her voice muffled by the flesh filling her mouth. "Just like that, Bobby. Get a nice, close-up shot."

Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she looked up at him, her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked hard, her tongue swirling around John's balls.

John's cock lay across her cheek like a warm, heavy weight, pulsing with every beat of his heart. It was a stark contrast to Bobby's own, caged member, which was now a dark shade of purple and leaking precum in desperation. The sight was almost too much to bear—his beautiful girlfriend, her face painted with lust and submission, worshiping his friend's monstrous cock while he was **** to stand by and watch.

Bobbies thumb hovered over the record button, his hand trembling as he debated whether to capture this moment forever. Would he ever watch this video again without feeling a deep sense of shame? Or would it be his secret treasure, a testament to the power dynamics that had come to define their relationship?

With a deep breath, he made his decision. He pressed record and watched as the screen came to life, capturing the obscene sight of John's cock resting on Lana's face, her mouth stretched wide around his balls. The head of John's cock glistened with pre-cum, and Bobby felt a strange thrill as he watched the shiny bead of fluid slowly slide down the shaft and leave a wet trail on Lana's forehead.

Lana released John's balls with a pop, her mouth red and swollen from her efforts. She sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she looked up at Bobby with a smug smile. "Let me see how it looks" she asked, her voice a low purr.

Bobbies heart was racing as he handed her the phone. He couldn't believe he had just recorded his girlfriend sucking on his best friend's balls, but his arousal was undeniable.

Lana took the phone and swiped through the footage, her eyes lighting up as she watched herself in action. "Mm," she murmured, her voice filled with satisfaction. "It's perfect."

With a smug smile, she handed the phone back to Bobby. "Keep filming," she instructed, her voice a sultry command. She faced john "John," she said, her voice a siren's call, "I have something to show you." She turned away from John, giving Bobby a clear view of her plump, heart-shaped ass as she bent over the desk.

John's eyes widened as he took in the view of Lana's round, firm cheeks, separated by the thin strip of fabric that barely contained her. The dress hugged her curves like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. Bobby felt a pang of both arousal and jealousy as he watched John's gaze linger on Lana's ass, his cock swelling even further against the unforgiving cage.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Lana began to hike up the tight fabric of her dress. The room was silent except for the rustle of fabric and Bobby's ragged breaths. Her thighs were smooth, leading up to the base of her perfectly shaped ass, which was the focus of their collective attention. Bobby felt his cock throb painfully, straining against its metal cage as he took in the sight of Lana's bare skin.

Finally, with a flourish, she revealed her asshole. It was pink and slightly parted, the evidence of their weekend activities still visible. She wiggled her hips slightly, the cheeks of her ass jiggling enticingly. "Looks like my little hole has been missing you... its almost back to before you fucked it so so good" she said, her voice dripping with desire.

John stepped closer, his own cock now fully erect. "It does seem like it needs a good... filling," he said, his voice low and hungry.

Lana leaned over the desk, her hands gripping the edge tightly. "You're going to have to get together again soon" she said, her voice a sultry invitation.

John took a step closer, his cock bobbing with the movement. "Is that what you want?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

"Yes," Lana murmured, her eyes never leaving Bobby's. "But not here. That would be too loud, and I don't want to make a mess."

With that, she stood up, her dress sliding down to reveal her bare, creamy thighs. Bobby's eyes followed the fabric as it continued to move, his gaze lingering on the juncture of her legs. Lana took a step closer to John, her hips swaying gently with each movement.

Her hands reached up to the neckline of her dress, and with a swift tug, the fabric parted, revealing her soft, perky breasts. Bobby felt his mouth go dry as John's eyes dropped to take in the sight. Lana's nipples were a dark, tempting pink, the areolas puckered and begging to be sucked.

"Looks like I'll have to settle for this," she said, her voice a teasing purr as she took John's cock in her hand again.

John's eyes never left hers as she began to stroke him, her hand a blur of motion. "I think I can manage that," he said, a wicked smile playing across his lips.

Lana dropped to her knees, her breasts bouncing slightly with the motion. Bobby's cock was now a throbbing mess, trapped and **** in its metal cage. He watched, his heart racing, as Lana took John's cock into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing out as she took him deep.

Her eyes never left Bobby's as she began to bob her head up and down, her hand still wrapped around the base of John's cock. The sounds of her wet suction filled the room, a symphony of lust and submission. Bobby's hand tightened around the phone making sure to not miss recording any of this.

The sight of his girlfriend, her mouth full of his best friend's cock, was so humiliating and yet... exhilarating. He couldn't tear his eyes away as John's hand tangled in Lana's hair, guiding her movements. Her eyes watered slightly, but she never broke eye contact with Bobby, her expression one of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

John's breathing grew heavier, his hips beginning to thrust slightly as Lana's head bobbed faster.

Bobbies eyes were glued to the sight of Lana's mouth stretching around John's thick cock, her cheeks hollowed out with effort. Despite her enthusiastic attempts, she couldn't quite manage to take all of him in, her gag reflex kicking in with each deep thrust. Strands of drool escaped her mouth, trailing down to her chin and pooling onto her ample breasts, which were now slick with saliva.

The wet sounds of her sucking filled the room, and Bobby felt his own caged cock pulsing in time with her movements. The sight of his girlfriend's mouth being used so thoroughly was almost too much to handle, but he couldn't look away.

Her hand pumped his shaft in time with her mouth, her saliva coating John's cock, making it glisten in the dim office light. Bobby could see the muscles in John's thighs tense, his toes curling with pleasure as Lana's ministrations grew more fervent.

John groaned, pulling his cock out of Lana's mouth with a wet pop. "Take it all," he ordered, his voice a gruff command that sent a shiver down Bobby's spine. "You know you want it all."

With a wicked chuckle, he slapped her face a few times with the heavy length of his cock, leaving a trail of pre-cum on her cheek. Lana's eyes fluttered closed with each impact, her breath hitching in pleasure. The wet slap of flesh against flesh was a stark reminder of the power dynamics at play. Each smack grew wetter, Lana's cheeks glistening with John's precum, her eyes never leaving Bobby's. The sound filled the air, a mix of wetness and the slap of John's heavy cock against her skin. Bobby could feel his arousal growing with each hit, his body responding to the humiliation in a way that was both thrilling and confusing.

John's strokes grew faster, the slap of his cock against Lana's face a punctuation to their unspoken conversation. She leaned into it, her cheeks reddening with each impact, a look of pure ecstasy on her face.

"Yes," she gasped, her hand reaching up to wipe the precum away and smear it across her lips. "Please, let me taste it all." With a mischievous smile, Lana leaned back, her eyes still locked on Bobby's. She licked her lips, which were now red and swollen from her efforts. "Please," she said, her voice a needy whine, "I want to taste every inch of it."

John's smile grew even wider as he stepped closer, the tip of his cock brushing against Lana's eager mouth. "Open up," he said, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "Show me how much you want it."

Lana's eyes widened in excitement as she obeyed, her plump lips parting to accept John's massive cock once more. She took it deep, her throat bulging as it hit the back of her mouth. Bobby watched, his hand shaking as he recorded the scene, the wet sounds of her gagging echoing through the room.

John's hand tightened in her hair, holding her in place as she struggled to take all of him. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes watering, but she never broke the intense gaze she held with Bobby. Her throat muscles worked overtime as John pushed deeper, the tip of his cock touching the back of her throat.

With a grunt, John held her there, his cock buried deep inside her mouth. Lana's eyes went wide with shock and a hint of fear, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she pushed herself down harder, her throat muscles relaxing slightly as she took all of him. The wet pop was audible as her throat gave way, and John's cock slid down her throat.

Bobbies knees felt weak as he watched, his own cock desperately trying to escape the cage. He could feel the pressure building, the need for release almost unbearable. Lana's eyes were pleading now, her mouth full of John's cock, her tongue licking at the underside as she tried to breathe through her nose.

John's hips began to rock, his cock sliding in and out of Lana's throat with a wet, sloppy sound that made Bobby's stomach twist with a mix of arousal and embarrassment. Her eyes were watering now, her face a picture of pure need and submission.

John's thrusts grew more demanding, his cock moving like a piston in Lana's throat. She gagged, her eyes rolling back in her head. Bobby's cock was a painful mess of need, his balls aching for relief that wasn't coming anytime soon.

John pulled out of Lana's mouth with a wet pop, and a string of saliva stretched from her lips to the tip of his cock. She gasped for air, her chest heaving, her eyes watering. But before she could catch her breath, John was back in, pushing himself into her mouth with a **** that made Bobby's knees wobble.

"You're going to take every inch of me," John murmured, his eyes dark with lust as he watched her struggle. "You want to be a good girl, don't you?"

Lana nodded, her eyes shining with unshed tears as she eagerly awaited her next mouthful of cock. John chuckled, the sound sending another wave of humiliation crashing over Bobby. "With alot of practice she will be the best cocksucker" he said, his voice full of satisfaction.

He began to fuck her throat in earnest, his hips snapping forward and back, the sound of her gagging filling the room. Each time he pulled out, a new strand of saliva would form, connecting her mouth to his cock in a lewd, intimate bond. Bobby's hand grew sticky with precum as he continued to record, his own breathing ragged as he watched his girlfriend's face become a mask of pure, unbridled lust.

John's strokes grew longer, his cock disappearing down her throat until only the base remained, her nose pressing against his pelvis. Each time he pulled out, a river of saliva would flow from her mouth, coating her chin and dripping onto her breasts. Bobby felt his own cock pulse with each gag, the pressure in the cage building until he thought he might pass out from the pain and pleasure of it all.

"You're doing so well," John praised, his voice thick with arousal. "But you can take more." He gave her a few seconds of reprieve, allowing her to suck in **** breaths of air before plunging back in.

Lana's eyes grew wider with each thrust, her hands gripping the edge of the desk as if it were a lifeline. Bobby could see the effort in her eyes, the struggle to breathe around John's thick cock. And yet, she never once looked away from him, never once begged for mercy. She was a vision of submission, and it was the most erotic thing Bobby had ever seen.

John's breath was coming in short, sharp gasps now, his eyes squeezed shut as he approached his climax. Lana could feel the change in his rhythm, the way his cock grew even thicker and harder in her mouth. She pulled back slightly, her chin shiny with spit and precum.

"I want it," she whined, her voice high and ****. "I want all of your cum."

John's eyes flew open, and he stared at Bobby, his expression one of challenge and lust. "You're going to love this," he said, a wicked smile playing across his lips. He pulled out of Lana's mouth, the head of his cock glistening with her saliva.

Lana licked her lips, her eyes never leaving John's face. "Please," she moaned, her voice needy and wanton. "Please, fill my mouth with your cum."

Bobbies hand was shaking so badly now, the phone jerking with each spasm of pleasure that shot through him. He could feel his own orgasm building, his caged cock straining for release.

John's hand moved faster, his cock a blur of flesh and precum. "You're going to take it all," he said, his voice a harsh whisper. "Every last drop."

Lana leaned forward, her mouth open and eager, her tongue peeking out to lick her top lip. Bobby could see the desperation in her eyes, the hunger for John's cum. He had never seen her like this before, so wanton, so wild with need.

And then it happened. With a roar, John shoved his cock back down Lana's throat, his eyes locked on Bobby's as he began to cum. The **** of his orgasm was like nothing Bobby had ever seen before—like a volcano erupting, a geyser of cum shot into Lana's mouth.

Her eyes watered and she gagged, desperately trying to swallow it all, but it was a futile effort. The sheer volume of John's cum was overwhelming, and it began to overflow her mouth, spilling out over her chin and down her neck. Bobby felt a mix of awe and horror as he watched the scene unfold, his own cock begging for relief that was not to come.

He pulled his cock out of Lana's mouth with a wet pop. She gasped for air, her cheeks a rosy pink from the exertion. Strands of cum clung to her face, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

John's cock was still pulsing, and he took advantage of the moment, aiming the ropes of cum at her face and chest. Lana's eyes rolled back in her head with pleasure as she felt the warmth of his semen splatter across her skin.

When John was done, Lana's face was a canvas of sticky white, her whole face painted with thick globs of his cum. Some had even made its way into her hair, a messy, sticky crown that only added to the depravity of the moment. Her eyes were glazed with pleasure, her makeup ruined, but she looked more beautiful than ever.

John stepped back, his chest heaving, his cock still out and glistening with the last remnants of his release.

Bobbies hand was sticky with precum as he continued to film, his own arousal reaching new heights. He had never felt so small, so powerless, and yet, so incredibly turned on. The sight of Lana, his usually confident and in-control girlfriend, reduced to a cum-covered mess was more erotic than he could have ever imagined.

Lana looked up at Bobby through her cum-glazed eyes, a mix of satisfaction and challenge in her gaze. She licked her lips, a strand of cum connecting them, and gave him a knowing smile. "You got all that didnt you?" she murmured, her voice thick with her own arousal.

Boby's throat was dry, his voice barely a whisper. "Yes," he admitted.

John chuckled, his own chest heaving with the aftermath of his climax.

Lana reached up, her hand shaking with desire, and grabbed a handful of John's cum. She brought it to her mouth, licking it off her fingers with a sensual grace that made Bobby's cock throb in painful agony. "Mm," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr. "So good."

John's cock twitched, a clear sign that he was ready to go again. Lana's eyes never left Bobby's as she leaned in and licked a long, slow line from the base of John's cock to the tip, cleaning him off with a thoroughness that made Bobby's knees threaten to buckle.

Her tongue swirled around the head, collecting the last droplets of cum that had pooled there. Bobby watched in awe as she sat back on her heels, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and cupped her hand to her mouth, scooping up the sticky mess that had spilled onto her chin and cheeks. With an audible slurp, she licked her hand clean, her gaze never leaving Bobby's.

"Mm," she hummed, swirling the cum around her mouth. "So good."

Her words were a knife to Bobby's chest, but his cock didn't seem to care, pulsing and straining against the unforgiving cage. Lana stood up, her legs shaky from her knees, her dress clinging to her body like a second skin. She stepped closer to Bobby, her hand still cupped, a smear of cum glistening on her palm.

"You want a taste?" she asked, her voice a teasing whisper.

Bobbies eyes were glued to the offering in her hand. He felt his own cock throb, a traitorous betrayal of his feelings. But he couldn't deny the desire that burned within him, the need to be a part of this, to submit to Lana's will.

With a trembling hand, he reached out and took her wrist, bringing her hand to his mouth. He licked her palm clean, his tongue sliding over her skin and tasting the salty tang of John's cum. His eyes never left hers, the intimacy of the moment searing into his soul.

"Good boy," Lana purred, leaning in to kiss him. Her mouth was a mess of cum and saliva, and Bobby eagerly devoured it, his own cock aching in its metal prison.

Bobbies eyes drifted shut as Lana's tongue danced with his, the taste of John's cum mixing with her own sweetness. It was a heady, intoxicating feeling, one that made him feel more alive than he had in a long time.

When the kiss ended, Bobby looked up at lana, his eyes pleading. "Please," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "Let me cum."

Lana's hand snaked down to Bobby's caged cock, her fingers playing with the lock. "You've been such a good boy," she said, her voice a sultry promise. Lana leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear. "Until you can give me half as much cum as John just did," she whispered, her words a knife twisting in his gut, "you're going to stay denied."

Her hand cupped his caged cock, her fingers tracing the outline of his ****, swollen member. "It's a good thing you're in this cage," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr. "Or you'd never last."

John chuckled, "Looks like you've got your work cut out for you," he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "But I have faith in you."

Bobbies cock throbbed painfully, his balls feeling like they were going to burst. The idea of measuring up to John was ludicrous, but the challenge in Lana's voice was undeniable. He had never felt more aroused and more inadequate all at once.

"But how will I ever...?" he began, his voice trailing off as Lana cut him off with a sharp look.

"It doesnt have to be one load, it could be multiple loads back to back" she said, her voice firm. "Now, get back to work." She turned away dismissing him as if he were a naughty puppy. Bobby's cheeks burned with humiliation, but his cock remained trapped and **** in its cage.

John clapped him on the back, his hand lingering for a moment before moving away. "Don't worry, buddy," he said, his tone mocking. "If you save up enough Im sure you can do it."

Bobbies mind raced with the implications of Lana's challenge. How could he ever produce so much cum? But the thrill of the task, the promise of her satisfaction, was too much to resist. He knew he would do whatever it took to prove himself, no matter how futile it might seem.

As Lana got dressed, her movements were slow and deliberate, her body still humming with the aftershocks of her recent climax. She slid her dress back into place, the fabric clinging to her like a second skin. The sight of her made Bobby's cock throb painfully, his need for release more intense than ever.

John watched her with a knowing smile, his cock beginning to soften. "Feel free to let me know whenever you get hungry again," he said, his voice filled with amusement.

Lana turned to John, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She leaned in, her hand lingering on his chest, and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Thank you," she said sweetly. "Maybe next time we can go somewhere where we can have some real fun."

John's smile grew wider at her words, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek. "Anytime," he murmured, his thumb tracing a path through the sticky mess that was her cum-covered face.

With a final wink, she turned, took her phone out of bobbies hand and walked out of the office, her hips swaying seductively. The sound of her heels on the floor was like a siren's song, luring Bobby to follow. He watched her go, his eyes glued to her ass, which jiggled slightly with each step she took.

The door clicked shut behind her, and Bobby was left alone with John, the heavy weight of his arousal and inadequacy settling over him like a shroud.

John took a deep breath and pulled his pants back up, tucking his still half-erect cock back into his underwear. He zipped up and fastened his belt with a casual air that Bobby couldn't help but envy. "Well," he said, his voice a gruff rumble, "that was... interesting."

Bobbies eyes never left John's crotch, the bulge of his cock still visible beneath his pants. The sight of it, even flaccid, was a stark reminder of the size difference between them. "Yeah," Bobby said, his voice small. "I guess so."

John chuckled, a knowing glint in his eye as he sat back down at his desk. He picked up a pen, rolling it between his fingers as if nothing had just happened. "So, about that report," he said, his tone all business.

Boby's mind was racing, trying to process the events of the past few minutes. He took a deep breath, willing his erection to subside, but it was a losing battle. The sight of Lana's cum-covered face and John's nonchalant attitude were like a constant taunt to his trapped cock.

John began to type away at his computer, his movements quick and efficient. Bobby's gaze drifted over to the screen, but the words were just a blur. He couldn't focus on anything but the ache between his legs, the **** need to cum that had been building all day.

He shifted in his seat, trying to find a comfortable position, but every movement only served to remind him of his predicament. The cage was unforgiving, the metal pressing into his sensitive flesh with each adjustment.

He knew he was going to spend the rest of the day with a raging boner, his thoughts consumed by the challenge Lana had set for him. It was a daunting task, but one that filled him with a strange excitement. He would do whatever it took to satisfy her, to show her that he could be the man she wanted—even if that meant being second best in the bedroom.

The office hummed with the sound of typing and the occasional murmur of voices, but Bobby was lost in his own world, his mind racing with thoughts of cum and submission. He had never felt so alive, so alive with painful desire, and he knew that this was only the beginning of a new chapter in their relationship—one that would push all of their boundaries and test their limits.